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Midnight Badgers
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| In the leafy dark lane | ||
| We wait scarce breathing, | ||
| Till out of the owly night | ||
| Comes the clatter of claws | ||
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Like iron on the metal road.
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| Fat bear pigs, | ||
| Snorting and grunting, | ||
| Running and playing, | ||
| Boneless on over-stuffed legs, | ||
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Steel gleam of black barred heads.
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| They tumble turn | ||
| At our feet like swimmers, | ||
| And clatter in panic | ||
| Back up the lane. | ||
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Wild midnight badgers!
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| Alan Brown | ||
| Copyright © Alan Brown 2000 | ||